I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions because a) I don’t think they really work, and b) I’m pretty much always trying to improve some aspect of who I am and how I live.
I will say though, that returning to my routine after the festive holiday has given me a renewed zeal for my own over-arching goal of being as happy as possible.
As a person who benefits from routine, getting back to work and into the gym have been great for me. I’ve learnt that the year has its own natural rhythm and so do I. These are things I can work with.
Sitting in my high-rise apartment, I listen as the wind swirls around in the cavity between my ceiling and my upstairs neighbours’ floor. The sound is amplified by this arrangement, and when the rain drives against my windows as it comes in from the west, I feel safe and happy in my tower.
Even so, I chastise myself for not going out, even though my diary is starting to fill up. I make solo plans so I’m not letting anyone down if I take literal rain-check. I wonder what I think is going to happen if I don’t go out.
Will people forget who I am? (Unlikely).
Will they think I am dull and uninteresting? (Possibly, but so what?!).
Looking at it this way makes me realise I’ve been needlessly giving myself a hard time!
The fact is, I could go out if I really wanted to. Even if it meant going solo to a new place where there was no guarantee of knowing anyone who was there. I know I can do it.
The novelty is wanting to stay in, by myself, and spend time making the place I live the sanctuary that I want it to be. And that, I feel, is something to be truly grateful for.